Two contented cuckolds, or, Tit for tat/Robin A'Boon

ROBIN A'BOON.

To its own Proper Tune.

MY name is Robin A'boon,
my age it is twenty and four,
I married last midsummer morn,
for the sake of a plentiful store:
My wife she's decripped and old,
and scarce has an eye for to fee,
But I knew he had plenty of gold,
or thed—l should have had her for me.

Though I be young, brawny and fat,
and Dolly my coinical bride,
Her locks are as grey as a rat,
and her nose it stands all on one side.
I stroak her old cheeks with my hand,
in few words we did agree,

My wife had abundance of gold,
or the d—l should have had her for me.

The very first visit I paid,
She gave me a delicate ring,
So lovely as we did agree,
oh, then she began for to sing,
She pray'd for my prosp'rous health,
so lovely as we did agree,
At first she shew'd me her wealth,
or thed—I should have had her for me.

She promis'd to make me a lord,
of every penny she had,
So lovely as we did accord,
all people did think me mad;
But the ends of my fingers did itch,
to handle the gold I did see,
I knew very well she was rich,
or the d—l should have had her for me.

Her stumps they are rotten and black,
for teeth she has none in her head,
And with a great hump on her back,
she waddel'd away to be wed.
I laught at the comical fight,
to think that we wedded must be,
For if that she had not been rich,
the d—l should have had her for me.

I keep both my hawks and my hounds,
and ofter a hunting I go,
Sometimes upon other foiks grounds,
I catch a young coney or so,

Of which I am wondrous proud,
my wife to the same did agree,
And if liberty was not allow'd,
the d—l should have had her for me.

Oft-times have I crossed the seas,
where thundering cannons do roar,
But now I do live at my ease,
drinks humming good liquor galore;
I'll cast off my tarpouling rags,
and on with some clothes that are free,
My wife had abundance of bags,
or the d—l should have had her for me.

Her husband when he was alive,
he liv'd upon uſury then,
He made it his trade to contrive,
to cheat and defraud poor men,
But now he is laid in the dust,
and I am her young husband to be,
She shew'd me her riches at first,
or the d-I might have had her for me.

Old wives love men that are young,
young men love money like wife,
Court them with a flattering tongue,
and soon they'll surrender the prize.
Since it has been my prosperous lot,
I with her no more of ill,
I have gotten all that she had,
let her die as soon as the will.

F Ι Ν Ι S.